A businessman sits in the club car of the City of New Orleans. He reads the morning paper and looks out at the Southern Illinois farmland, a distinct contrast from the caverns of Chicago. Today's train takes him to Memphis. Several contractors in Tennessee will be discussing a road project.
Bond prices are strong. The business section now traded for the sports. How are the Cubbies doing. Certainly not going to make the World Series or even second place this year. But you can't become a Cardinals man.
The whistle blows through another crossing. Southward. Clickity-Clack. Maybe it is time to see about lunch.
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